[Willow] All Around the Campfire...

[rwarner]

Who: Willow
When: Day 36, morning
Where: Camp Crash II, around the cookfire
Invited: Tara, Dean, Sam, Scott, anyone else who is hungry for snake
Status: Complete

OOC- Action is coming from hereWillow looked up and smiled as Sam and Dean sat down. There was an obvious tension between the brothers, and it took her a moment to realize that she was

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[Chloe] Twenty questions, continued

[sinanju]

Chloe walked up to the fire pit accompanied by Rodney. "Do I smell snake?" she asked.

John Locke was tending the fire and cooking the food with the assistance of Tommy Hugh. Hugh seemed shyer than Chloe remembered, but then he was alive and Tommy was dead. He had to be feeling a little guilty about that, and probably also about being young again at the cost of Tommy's life. Chloe might feel a little self-conscious in that situation too

[McKay] She likes me!

[lost_mckay]

Rodney rose from his seat and gestured for Chloe to preceed him, and followed just a half-step behind. He was a little... awkward, uncomfortable, really if not a little defensive when he, too, took his own plate. He was ready for any comments, and was more than a little surprised when they didn't come. Here he was with an extremely attractive blonde who seemed to like him, or at least hasn't left him yet in preference for any other man here

[Chloe]

[sinanju]

"Well, of course not!" Chloe laughed. "What's the point of reading a mystery if you peek at the end?"

"So you're right about that, but otherwise--not so much. I was too busy chasing stories to hang out with a lot of friends. Real-life mysteries are way more interesting than fictional ones."

Chloe laid a hand on Rodney's arm. "You understand," she said. What was science, after all, but the methodical exploration of mysteries? And Rodney was clearly obsessed with such things; he was a real workaholic by his own admission--as if seeing him in action over the last month hadn't proved it.

Not that she had a lot of room to talk. She'd been nearly as obsessive about her own hobbyhorses, spending endless hours talking to people and researching one Wall of Weird candidate after another. Late nights, bad coffee, bad take-out food, eyestrain--yeah, she could empathize with Rodney's workaholic tendencies.

"But no work today," she told Rodney, pointing a finger at him. "Today's a holiday."

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

Isabel flopped down next to the fire and eyed the cooking snake appreciatively. Her dulled sense of taste was a definite advantage in this place. She notice a few curious stares at the CD case she'd picked up from her shelter when she dropped off her coffee cup and held it up.

"I rescued a few CDs from the Camp Crash during the cleanup," she said. "Nothing to play them with of course, but since it's a holiday..."

She pulled the CD from its case and waved a hand over the data side, focussing her power. A point of light appeared just above the surface, and music began to play.*

"So is there any snake for me?"

* The music is the kind of music which makes you suspect you're in a story and the author had an imagination failure: The Beach Boys - California Dreamin'

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

"See... I read the end then work out how they got there. I can't wait. If the ending seems like a waste of my time, then I won't read the rest." Rodney shrugged, though the action seemed a little... embarrassed.

The contact on his arm was... quite noticable, warmth spreading from the slight pressure. The perfect way to get the scientist's attention was via touch-- He sent out signals all his life to simply 'stay away', pushing people off. Protecting himself. His parents weren't at all about physical demonstrations, which, in a way, was good as he'd been more the brunt of perpetual ire than affection. He actually jumped, or rather, started, at the touch, and he looked surprised as he looked at Chloe. She was smiling...

"You understand," she'd said

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

"Don't you like the Beach Boys?" Isabel asked, stopping the music with a brief but unpleasant squeak. "I'm afraid there wasn't much of a selection - whoever packed those CDs had quite dubious taste. I didn't think you'd want to listen to A Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie soundtrack, and I know how strongly some people feel about ABBA."

[Sam, Dean]

[starborn_scribe]

Sam was offering Isabel a bark "plate" of roast snake when the music abruptly came to an end.

"No ABBA!" Dean exclaimed. He grumbled under his breath something about "disco" and "travesty."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's music snobbishness. Scott and a few others chuckled. "After a month with no music, I'll take pretty much anything," the healer remarked.

"On with the Beach Boys," Sam agreed.

Meanwhile Dean turned to Tara. "Fun things to do?" He gave her an over-the-top leer, grinning. "I'm full of fun things-- ow!" Dean rubbed where Sam had punched him in the arm. He half-heartly frowned at Sam before continuing. "I dunno. Swimming? Collecting hermet crabs for crab races? Air guitar contests?"

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

Isabel grinned, taking the plate of snake, and waved a hand at the CD, going for the next track this time, Good Vibrations. McKay grumbled, but she ignored him as it seemed to be making everybody else happy, and after all, it was a holiday.

The snake was quite good, although rather bland to Isabel's taste buds. A shame she'd already got through the chilli she'd rescued from the bunker, and so far she hadn't seen any hint that any grew wild on the island.

Still, she'd live.

"I'll come swimming," she said. "Gotta work off all this snake I'm eating."

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

"No.. no I don't."

His tones were clipped, and he sighed, pressed his lips together and shook his head. He didn't want to leave, but the music was winning out, and as more began to appear for the food, it made him feel a little uncomfortable. Rodney grimaced, a valiant attempt at a smile though it failed somewhat, and began to get up as the ideas began coming in.

Physical sports, for him, was right out. Now, the hermit crab races might be interesting, and catching the little buggers might be... He looked at Chloe, half-expecting her to wave him off, that she'd see him later. He didn't say anything in encouragement for the idea of the crabs; he'd simply end up collecting some on his own. Two, probably... one for him, one for her. George and Gracie. Fred and Ethel?

"Right... I'll just..." Rodney gestured back and away from him, more towards the area of his 'place', a silent beat sounding before he tried again, though this time, it was more for Chloe, "the beach maybe?" The eternal optimist? Maybe she didn't think him a jerk?

Redirect

[starborn_scribe]

Joining the threads down here

OOC amusement

[starborn_scribe]

LOL! *huggles McKay*

[Scott]

[starborn_scribe]

Scott stared, then grinned from ear to ear from Isabel's improvised CD player. He raised his coconut-shell coffee mug to his lips, hoping to hide his delight